brought the tears; while Ethel lay so wide awake that it was of no
use to wait for her, and then she went to the boys, tucked them each
in, as when they were little children, and saying, "Bless your dear
hearts!" bestowed on each of them a kiss which came gratefully to
Norman's burning brow, and which even Harry's boyish manliness could
not resist.

Flora was in Margaret's room, too useful to be spared.

So ended that dreadful Saturday.




CHAPTER IV.



They may not mar the deep repose
Of that immortal flower:
Though only broken hearts are found
To watch her cradle by,
No blight is on her slumbers found,
No touch of harmful eye.
LYRA INNOCENTIUM.


Such a strange sad Sunday! No going to church, but all the poor
children moving in awe and oppression about the house, speaking under
their breath, as they gathered in the drawing-room. Into the study